Mis Calzones

They have engraved me with a laser
all the bones with your name.
And I still keep the underwear, queen,
that you stained with rubbing.

I stop thinking,
you show me a breast and I stop thinking.
You can take me, to the garden you want.
For you, I wait for the sun,
if the dawn doesn't burn me, I write you a song.
What does the end matter,
Whether you speak or stay silent, I am already your will.
You can tie me,
at the foot of your bed, you can tie me.
You can take me to the garden you want.

You took my entrails
to caresses and bites.
And they have placed a reliquary on me, queen,
with your panties and pictures.